Undertaker's Daughter

My life and death as spiritual path.

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Location: River City, Northern California

Monday, June 27, 2005

Busy doing art

Which I will show you when I can. In the meanwhile, let me share something.

I was watching Law and Order last night-- isn't it a national law???-- and the closing tagline was

"You know what happens when they prevent you from doing the only thing you do best? You go insane."

It was obvious the cop saying this was taking the message truly to heart as if he was unable to act out as an overly intrusive investigator, he as well as the murderer in the case would go over the edge.

I, too, took the statement very close to my heart. I cannot describe my "only thing" without hubris so-- ok, it's prayer, closeness to God. And no one has prevented me from doing this but me.

I drug out my Practice book and sang the deepest dearest Buddhist practice I know-- The Song of the Vajra. It's a strange song. The words are essentially transcendently meaningless in a combo of Sanscrit and Dakini language, which sounds like baby talk. The Song is designed to take you to a place of pure sound which, like pure color is a magical element of it's own.

It's supposed to create sacred -- what?-- space? air? Sound? Being?

All of the above.

I no longer know it by heart, I need the music, which is sorta forbidden, cause I have forgotten-- in part-- the tune. I didn't sing it well, but I feel different.

I'm not sure why.

I have, however, returned to what I do best. I won't leave again.

Oh, yes, I will, humans are all fallible beings. I will always return however--

As I have returned here.

Be well, Be Blessed, Be at peace-- with yourself and as many others as you can manage. We truly are all one. There is no other truth-- just look at the earth from space-- do you see differences or barriers. As they used to say on the Whole Earth Catalog. We can't put it together-- it is together.

So are we.

I am content to follow to its source
Every event in Action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.
W.B Yeats


[funny how I tend to sound more nutz when I'm sane, than when I'm crazy, oh well, at least I know the difference.]

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